The Road of Imprisonment

"ROAD"... a word which symbolizes pathway of destination, but what will happen if these roads would enrapture us into the paranormal world of spiritual beasts and ghosts.

"This isn't the excitement that I'm carrying on my face, it is utterance of terror that I posses" said a 53 year old Granny who was supposedly coming from another dark world which is often resisted by science. "Mrs. Florida.. what assures you that you have travelled a dark destiny?" asked a reporter who was in hunger of TRPs for his channel. He was welcomed by a grinned look on Granny's face, which clearly mentioned him to remain shut. 

She started.... At the time period when there was no place for illumination and silence was talking to itself, I was coming back from Shirdi. This was marked by the failure of Newton's laws of motion as the wheels were combating movement. I was the only one left and somehow my expressionless face made the driver think that I was offended by the Services. "Beta" I said "Don't be tensed... I've travelled places and so moving a little more won't hurt." My statement brought about relief and comfort in his eyes as I could see that he too was tired from such a long excursion. I gave them my blessings and started walking on some deserted road. As I was marching towards my way, I'd experienced a lot of weird situations. It felt as if darkness was murmuring about my safety, the scattered big rocks opened their eyes to see a daring woman walking alone on an evacuated path, it seemed as if fresh air developed a strange smell to warn me against this road of death or for instance, isolation.

What I saw after the natural warnings was something that could make a person beg for death..... further road was surrounded by a blanket of darkness and once again Maths was peeping its nose in the horror plot.... some flashy triangular eyes were sparking from a distance which notified to swallow me. My larynx left me and leg muscles repelled locomotion.... yet another non-performance of Science here. I was pushed into the mysterious path hole by dark forces which led to my wooziness. THE CONCIOUS ME was saluted by whistling winds and haunting spirits, which personified captivation. "Hiii Granny!!!! Wanna Play??? Let's Gooooo" The voice was fading and fading and fading until.... it became bold and clear "Turn AROUND..... YOU'LL LIVE WITH US …. HAHAHAHHAHHA,." my heart started coming out of my body and sweat was flowing as if a river down the cliff. I ran as fast as a cheetah.. but was greeted by zombies on my way. " Namaste Amma" they said "Namaste beta...…WHAT !!!! Namaste!!???? When did Ghosts develop such manners and etiquettes ? I asked myself. Anyways I didn't have time for this and had to run for life so I again skimmed and sprinted my way through this black cursed world.

I once again decided that Newton and Einstein were failures.. I mean how could their energy formula not be applied on me..stupid people!! I was exhausted and bones had already answered to take a rest until and unless they restore their powers.. Not a minute had I taken rest, there appeared a monstrous beast which I suppose had no good intentions "Run for life Granny, WE ARE COMINGGGG" This was something which was really horrendous and frightening... I ran in the opposite direction and saw those well-mannered zombies arriving towards me.... the upper atmosphere had yet another strange and scary scenery, it was surrounded by group of haunting souls.... each terrifying me to sleep permanently. I didn't know what to do and fainted dead away.

When I woke up, I was on the same haunted road but a different environment, this time the fresh air didn't have a strange smell, it seemed as if rocks were sleeping tight and sky was requesting to never return back... but I was astonished as there were no flashy lights and horror sounds which ultimately became the reason for half deadliness... I took some rest and then walked back home..... but who was the person who saved me, was he among those spirits and why did he do so.. Questions appeared more terrifying than instances... But my blessings with that person who saved me. May GOD fulfil all the wishes that the stranger savior is having." 

Granny finished her narrative and then that day I comprehended that Expressions speak louder than instances... though it can be concluded that ghosts too have a good sense of humour....

She had gone to meet GOD and returned meeting the DEVIL. Even today when she thinks of that paranormal pathway, it tingles her spine and give her death dreams... Poor Granny.. she really suffered a lot, I wish that she recovers faster and erase all the horrendous memories of that road of imprisonment that she had captured ON HER WAY HOME.....